Last Friday I left with Pops, Uncle Grizz, Little Harry and Step-Dan for Talladega. The day consisted laundry and a bit of house work related stuff. I had to run by the insurance office and Wal-Mart (or The Evil Empire, no disrespect to the Yankees).
Grizz met me at my house where we primed the party pump with a handful of brews and cigars, a little spinning of my new Will Hoge CD and pizza. When Pops arrived to pick us up, we were all in a tizzy to make sure we were all packed and then rushed to get on the road. We were trying big time to miss the hellish traffic of Birmingham.
In the midst of the runaround I had managed to forget my clip-on sunglasses. I, of course, did not notice this until after we crossed the Alabama/Tennessee line. The whole weekend was filled with fun times and squinting my eyes. I don’t know about you people but when I spend about 8 hours squinting into the sun I develop a headache.
This was not a good omen, that is for sure. The rest of the day was quite uneventful as we all picked our bedrooms and unloaded our junk. We managed to get to see most of the Red Sox game before finally crashing for the long day ahead.
Next up: Trucks And Tailgating
